IVAN'S POV
It clicked, and my eyes spun around the vicinity.
"A distraction," I whispered.
"But for what?"
That question hung heavy between us. My heart raced, eyes raking over the square, the crowd, the buildings. No missing bodies. No obvious breach. But still… my gut twisted.
I dragged in a breath. "Lock down the pack. No one enters, no one leaves. Search every house for anything suspicious. Stay alert. Keep the emergency lines open." My voice dropped into a snarl. "Whatever this is, I want it uncovered before morning."
Francis gave a quick nod, but I caught the shift in his eyes—an idea forming, hesitation, something he wasn't saying.
He smoothed it over with a tight smile when he caught my gaze.
